Jenny’s Life Klass: How Not to Dress Your Daughter

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Welcome to another edition of Jenny’s Life Klass! If you’ve missed our past installments, let me catch you up. Basically, how this works is: I tell you what to do, and you do it. All clear? K, let’s jump in! Today I’m going to tell you what kind of clothes NOT to put on your precious little daughter.

You see folks, Valentine’s Day is in the bag, which means Easter bunnies and swimsuits have invaded all the department stores. And along with that comes a bevy of special-occasion dress choices for your little girl.

Now if you’ve got a little girl, you may have noticed that, as Emily so brilliantly articulated awhile back, it has become difficult to find clothes for a six-year-old that don’t make her look like a streetwalker.

Granted, there are a few good choices still out there. But they are usually side by side with a more sluterrific choice. Exhibit A, from a national department store we all have in our communities:

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Moms and Dads, I’m not asking much of you here today. Only that you dress your daughter in age-appropriate clothing. Just because they sell it, and just because it’s attractive (because it may be!), doesn’t mean your kindergartener should be wearing it.

Check out this little number. It’s totally cute. For an older teenager. But it’s available in girls’ sizes 4-16! The website description says: “She’ll turn heads in a darling zebra-print chiffon dress with fit-and-flare styling and a one-shoulder look. Pink sequins at the waist add a fun pop of color.”

Totally appropriate for a 7-year-old, right?
Totally appropriate for a 7-year-old, right?

Um. Uhh. My daughter is 6. And she is a very pretty little girl. She does not need to be TURNING HEADS in a one-shoulder zebra-and-sequin number. Because she’s a little girl. Who should be wearing corduroy and smocked cotton instead of sequined chiffon.

Stupid dress designers. Trying to make my little girl se*xy.

Call me crazy, but it really burns my biscuits! Why is this:

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and this:

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and this:

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Even available to purchase for girls under age 13?

EEEEK!

If you have purchased any of this type dress for your elementary-aged daughter, here is your homework:

1) Take the dress back or throw it away. DO NOT give it away to another underage child!

2) Cancel your daughter’s spray tan appointment.

3) Take out her tongue ring.

4) Buy the child something with smocking and a big satin sash.

Ready, my friends? Go forth and dress your child in age-appropriate clothing! Buy dresses with not one but TWO shoulders! And cherish the innocence of your little girl while she’s got it. Don’t do anything to speed up its loss. Even if you get a really lucrative offer from a reality TV show.

Because once it’s gone, you can’t get it back.

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So now that I’m traumatized, someone suggest a TV show to watch that is not so stressful.

How’s that for the longest blog post title ever?

You guys.

I cannot handle Breaking Bad.

You all must be wayyyyy braver than I am, because so many of you were all “Breaking Bad is awesome!” a few weeks ago, but Andy and I have watched like three or four episodes and I think I am done. I can’t handle the stress!!

And OMG people, there is a lot of blood.

As it turns out, there is a reason I only watch Modern Family and The Big Bang Theory – I am a wimp.

But I haven’t given up hope that Andy and I can find a show we can get into together (because I am not watching Battlestar Galactica or whatever it’s called with him) – I just need to find one that won’t increase my blood pressure.

So, where does that leave me? Any suggestions? Girls? Parks & Rec? 30 Rock? Sesame Street?

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I pledge allegiance to my bathrobe

warm and fuzzy goodness
warm and fuzzy goodness

File this under the “Jenny is a wimp” category. I guess I need to make that category.

OH MY GOSH IT’S SO COLD!

I am so, so, so done with winter. It’s freezing in my big old drafty house. And, outside of course. I try not to venture outside if I don’t have to, though, BECAUSE DID I MENTION IT’S FREAKING COLD?

If I don’t already have my bathrobe on over my clothes (yes, I do still have enough dignity to get dressed. Most days.), it goes on as soon as the sun goes down. I need its warm, fuzzy, goodness to remind me that winter will not last forever.

This season is making me want to go to bed at 7 p.m. every night. It’s making my temper short and my muscles tight and my nerves frayed. I’m tired of heavy coats and boots and having to warm the car up before I can pack the kiddos into it. I’m tired of dark before dinner and snotty noses and stomach flu and everything else that comes with these deplorable temperatures.

I need some of those happy sunshine lights that make people not go crazy or I’m aboutta go groundhog hunting with my car.

The only thing I really enjoy about winter is having an excuse to wear this hat in public:

Don't act like you're not jealous.
Don’t act like you’re not jealous.

But even THAT no longer brings me joy.

I want to put my bathrobe on, get in bed, and wake up in mid-April.

Who’s with me? Down with winter! What do we want? SPRING! When do we want it?  NOW!

What would we settle for? HIBERNATION!

Who’s with me?

 

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